Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.